Last Night’s Dream: 2.25.2012 - Part One
I was invited to Robert Pattinson and Kristen Stewart’s wedding. (Why was it them? I don’t really know.) It was held in a 3-acre field somewhere in the country side. It was so pretty. A huge clearing surrounded by tall grasses, apple trees; everything was gleaming with a soft golden glow. Who wouldn’t want to get married in a place like this?
There were several of us without a wedding gift, so I then went with a bunch of young guests, about 15 of us, to a crowded, gray, dreary shopping mall. Forgot how it transitioned, but we ended up on a planet as big as a city — a very small planet that you can probably circumnavigate within an hour or so. The grass was neon green, the dirt was orange, rocks and pebbles were cobalt blue. Everything was vivid and neon-colored and borderline terrifying.
We were able to see Jupiter, which was as close to us as we see our moon in the sky. It was spewing strange liquid-like sparks or lava, and it continued to rain down on us. Though it felt like water to me, it hurt the others. We sought out shelter. One of the guys in the group announced that he had a house he used to live in around the area but was probably abandoned. While searching for his old house, I passed trees heavy with apples and another tree with a dead couple that hung themselves just recently. Super creeped out, I clung to the guy in front of me. I was so frightened, I couldn’t help but grab on to the closest thing to me. He was tall with dirty blonde hair. He looked at me and talked to me so gently and with so much concern. He offered me a bite of his apple and I calmed down. I liked him. I kept close to him for a while.
We found the house and explored the interiors. Everything was covered in dust and ridden with cobwebs. We discovered a door that led to a mirrored version of the same house we were in. Left was right, right was left. As we walked through the door, the room that we were trying to leave began swirling with terrible neon yellows, hot pinks, and greens. The longer you stood in it, the slower you moved until time completely stops you.
I was the third to last to walk through. It was agonizingly difficult to move. It was like walking through a dense, gelatinous soup. I felt a surge of fear, so I pushed myself to take bigger and quicker strides to get myself closer to the door. But because of that impulsive decision, I lost the grip of the girl behind me. The two didn’t seem like they would make it and my heart sank to the bottoms of my feet . I’m through the door.
“Guys! RUN!” Someone shouted.
“Hurry! Don’t let it get you!” yelled another.
I tried to grab them by the hand to pull them inside, but I couldn’t reach. I panic. One little blonde girl strangely had longer arms and was able to save one of them. She reached out to save the last one but fell inside herself. We all saw that neither of them moved and it was too late.
They became completely still with an expression of terror fixed on their faces. We had to keep moving or the creepy neon colors will get us too. I closed the door while guilt knocked my nerves around.
We were panicked and tried to figure out a way to save them. I admitted what I did, and apologized but no one really paid attention, except the girl who was behind me while we were walking through. She stood next to me and rested her head on my shoulder. I embraced her and continued to tell her I was sorry. That I should have thought of others than only myself. That I betrayed her and the other girls’ safety. That I gave her a reason to fear for her life. That I shouldn’t have let go.
My shoulder became damp.
One person bravely opened the door again and all we could see through it was pitch black.
“I know this is really hard for all of you, but don’t stop me. I’m going in,” he said.
“That’s what she said,” someone blurted.
The guys chuckled.
The girls scoffed.
I laughed along with the guys.
He went through.
We stood in silence as while the darkness absorbed the lights from our flashlights. We called out to him but there was no answer. Just an muffled sound of our own voices, kind of like talking into a pillow. Another one of us walked through. We called his name, and the same thing happened.
Then we all went through. I was so scared. I really wanted to hold someone’s hand. But before I knew it, we were somewhere else.
Obnoxious, flickering, florescent lights.
A red EXIT sign.
A red and green light indicating occupancy.
We looked at each other in confusion, and cautiously walked through the exit.
Asteroid. We’re on an asteroid in an asteroid belt.
Oh, and look. There’s a playground down this crag.